Theodore
Okay, this is not a business club.
I let my shoulders slump as I stare at the hall decorated with black fabrics and red lights.
Strippers are dancing in cages floating above the partying crowd, wearing nothing more than tiny patches and thin strings of cloths to cover their most intimate parts.
Holy…
I stand there like an i***t, staring agape as I get hypnotized by the movements of a lean dancer, as an elegantly dressed man approaches me.
“Sir,” his fingertips touch my upper arm, and I jerk up.
Looking at him with wide eyes, I lift my hands apologetically, my helmet still in one fist. “I’m sorry. I know that I don’t fit the dress code. I swear that I’m going to behave and I’m just looking for—“
He doesn’t seem to be able to hear me over the pumping music and just carr
